Oh the pressure

As I travel into the "blogosphere" (look at me with the blog lingo), there is an odd sense of pressure.  Probably all in my head but real to me.  What to write about?  Can I say that and have it be out there connected to me?  How often to post?  Too much posting and people will start to detest what they once found pleasant.  Like that song on your favorite radio station.  You like it a lot in the beginning but they put into the rotation so much that you start to like it a little bit less each time.  Soon, you find yourself almost wrecking your car trying to change the station the minute you hear it.  Christian radio stations seem to do this a lot.  When I first heard Casting Crowns, I liked their music but the station where we were seemed to adopt the "3 other songs then a CC song" theory of radio play.  AAAHHHH!

OK, apparently rabbit trails are going to be a theme here.  My brain has so many rabbit trails it looks like a scene from Watership Down in there.  It also seeps out of my brain into other aspects of my life.  Especially house cleaning.  When I take something into another room to put it away, I end up cleaning in there until I have to take something into another room to put it away.  It's a vicious cycle that has an end result of a bunch a half clean rooms.  You throw in a shiny object in there and it's all over.

I have no clue what I originally intended to blog about today.  I sat down with an idea in my head.  Not sure where it went.  I'm sure it is still in there somewhere.  It will reappear at some point.  It's like my brain is permanently on shuffle and I just have to wait for the idea to start playing again.  I'm sure if I got up and starting cleaning something, it will come back.  Ooh, shiny idea...

It's a blog!

I have entered the world of the blog.  I've read so many of my friend's blogs.  Some made me laugh, some made me cry, some made me think and some challenged me.  I have thought for a long time that I should write a blog but always stopped short.  Why?  Who would want to read my strange thoughts on life?  Would they make anyone laugh, cry or think?  Or would they just be another piece of evidence that I am truly odd and absolutely "half a bubble off center"?

Half a bubble off center.  Not quite the same as "not the sharpest tool in the shed" or "a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic".  No, I wouldn't say I lack intelligence.  We won't go into whether I use said intelligence to the best of my abilities.  That's a whole 'nother post.  (Did I mention that I have never received a report card that didn't say "Christina does not work up to her full potential".)  No, the title of my blog is just the most accurate description I could come up with for the way my brain works.

No, "Normal" is not a word that pops in people's minds when they think of me.  Some find my special way of looking at things funny.  Some just wonder why my brain works this way.  Some probably wait until I'm gone and then organize a prayer group for me and my poor children.  Perhaps there is hope for them to be "normal".  (Nope, that ship has sailed.  My kids are growing up to be wonderful weirdos too!)

So, for those who decide to take a peek inside my strange thoughts, welcome!  I hope it makes you laugh or think.  Not sure I want anyone to cry but it could happen.  Maybe it will challenge some to see things with a different perspective.  One that is half a bubble off center.